One week in the mountains has been magic medicine. My legs are still very weak with the cerebellum covered in lesions and I’m very slow, but all in good spirits. There is something about the cool air in the morning, the lush smells after the afternoon storms, the dry heat that just fill my soul. I sure miss my hiking, but as ever am trying to surrender to what my body needs. So far , so good with the avastin and chemo regimen. Let us hope when we scan in a few weeks that it is doing something good. I have survived one of the one to three months they gave me and I’m still shooting for more. Not going down easily! I never imagined I could fish, but thanks to our amazing guide I was able to catch a bunch of small:medium trout on a stunning section of silver creek. So serene.
I will get back into the studio to record some originals in mid September. Rewind, the Woubd and the Wonder. Thanks to the band for letting me do it. Such joy.
Have been reading up a storm. Have discovered the joy of Danielle Steel. I didn’t realize the. Variety of her work. It is fun and interesting. Also the thrillers from Gregg Hurwitz which are totally absorbing. An interesting novel Our Little Racket. And then some non fiction in The Cattle Kingdom. Read a bunch about Paris and France.
Life is very much one day at a time. Lots of sleep. Good food. Good friends. Mom and Dad spoiling me. Sun Valley quaint and quiet. The mountains pink in the late afternoon. How surreal to know your days are numbered and to work towards a goal for which there are no rules or guidelines. All you can do is be grateful for each breath. And that I truly am.
I hope school is off to a good start for those in school and that fall is wonderful for everyone else.